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The Conversation I recall a tangible happiness, like embers of a fire, crackling through our little home in the kuche as winter’s first snow began to cover the immaculate, embassy gardens in its cloak of […]

It was in the summer of 1977 that I first came to Seychelles on vacation from Iran, where my parents had made their home some seventeen years before. I shall not easily forget how, as a city-dweller, its wild beauty […]